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"Give her a word, good or bad, and she'd spin such a web from the hint, / And colour a meaningless phrase with so vivid a lint. " / _Hilda_.
It was a lovely evening when the little party arrived at their destination. Many people had noticed them during their long journey, the two pretty sisters and the children, with no one but their old servant to take care of them; for their deep mourning told its own story. Many a kindly heart thought pityingly of them, and sent silent good wishes with them on their way.